Okay. So the other reason I’ve been ghost is cause I’ve been uh, “Dating”? Lol, I’m the queen of really intense, rarely sexual, 2-week relationships. And by relationships, I mean, “Thank God it wasn’t a relationship”. It’s all good til you wake up 2 and a half months later and realize you might actually like-like a nigga. I’m talmbout, this nigga MET Flaca (Me) and she introduced him to Krisaela (Me without super powers) and all hell done broke loose. I’m talkin’ bout them niggas be on the phone til all hours of the night, practicin’ wrestling moves on each other, havin’ pinch fights, sharin’ rice krispy treats, tellin life stories, takin’ naps, and anything else that friendly niggas do together.
Meanwhile they cain’t get past bein “friends” cause he’s “healing” from his ex (he’s young…she was his first etc…)
And I (We-She) were tryin’ to convince ourselves we were doing the right thing by moving on from our “ex”. That’s a very tricky sitch…cause though we love him to death, it’s hard to deal with someone who’s a.) a bad communicator, b.) more selfish than me (Yes, I know, SHOCKING) and c.) an exclamation mark while I’m more of an ellipses.
Add to that he’ll be home for good next week. I dunno what’s that’s supposed to look like cause Krisaela would give up all her coloring books, crayons both pinky toes and knock-knock jokes to settle. But Flaca know’s better…for those that know anything about the “Joy Luck Club”, it would be a “lop-sided” house.
So back to the “Dating” sitch. We had the funnerest weekend ever. And then this morning, Krisaela had to pull the chord on her parachute and 007 her way outta catching feelings/getting them hurt…oh but it was too late. Punctuality Fail…LOL…so just as she’s creepin outta the window, “Ex” decides to share that he’s “dating” too. Yes, the one-two combo and I was down for the count. LOL, I was at work lookin’ like “Sorry fat girl there’s no more ice cream”.
My issue was that I wanted to take a step back from the “dating” situation without seeming like a heartless bitch. (Btw it’s in quotes cause it’s not really DATING…I just couldn’t think of another word for it). And my ex finding a “lady friend” didn’t really bother me…hell, lord knows WE can’t get it together. But you KNOW you need your own sitcom when your new is stuck on their old, and your old gets some new. LOL, life’s good. I hadn’t really mentioned it before, but I start my new job with the new company on Monday. New title, new duties…new money…chicka-chicka boom-boom…will there be enough room? 
